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⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex
“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.
“I wish.” He quietly sighs.
But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”
Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”
Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”
Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.
Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”
Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.
“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.
“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.
He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.
“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.
That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.
Even after doing it just once.
At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.
“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”
“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”
“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”
The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.
He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.
Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.
Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.
The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.
Jeno thought he was dreaming.
This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.
The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.
He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”
“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”
You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.
“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”
He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.
“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”
You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.
He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.
This man was out of his mind.
His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.
You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.
Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.
His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.
Jeno has this in the bag.
You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.
Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”
His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.
You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.
“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”
You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.
“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.
You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.
You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.
Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.
“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.
You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.
Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.
He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.
It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.
Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.
He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.
But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.
He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.
Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.
Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.
And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.
He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.
The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.
“Mr. Lee?”
You woke up.
“...Yes?”
You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.
“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.
You know what it is.
It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.
Maybe he should’ve prepared you.
That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.
His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”
You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.
“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”
You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.
You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.
There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.
You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.
“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.
“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.
“Mhm.” you nod.
“You know what t-that was?”
You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”
He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”
You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.
“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”
You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”
“Y-Yes.”
“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”
“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.
“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”
You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.
“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”
Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.
You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.
Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?
You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”
“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.
“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.
“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.
You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”
He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.
Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.
“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.
You were too embarrassed for your own good.
He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”
“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.
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General Headcanons (DDADDS x Reader)
warnings: just a lot of x reader fluff, also swearing in some sections, also some alcohol mentions
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Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Robert Small x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader
Brian Harding
Brian loves to cook, even if he’s better at grilling. he will cook you bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes every morning. it’s honestly a miracle that nothing ends up burnt, because he does it all at once like some sort of multitasking magician.
he may be a general contractor, but he’s got Very clumsy hands. nothing in his house is glass or ceramic because he WILL drop it. it’s all plastic cups from here on out.
thankfully he is very, very careful and extra mindful when he cooks. to the point where you shouldn’t have a conversation with him during his cooking because he will have a hard time keeping up with you due to the 5 million other things he is doing.
his dadbook profile isn’t wrong. he thinks a lot about how much smarter Daisy is than him.
but in Daisy’s defense, Brian is a himbo, through and through.
he cannot get any social cues ever and is absolutely clueless when someone obviously has a crush on him. he’s the type of guy to think you’re just being nice to him when you’re flirting.
he genuinely just likes having friendly competition, he has no clue why the dadsona seems to hate him and is getting so frustrated with losing.
and Brian’s autistic, which actually makes a lot of sense because of him missing every social cue ever.
over half of his wardrobe is button-up shirts and cargo shorts of various colors. he actually wearing socks and sandals… and even crocs. thankfully he sometimes has the decency to wear normal sneakers or even boots outside.
if you get him a button-up shirt, he will love you forever. he basically collects them.
believe it or not, but Brian was born in Florida. his parents just decided to move up to Massachusetts when he was little. his parents have since then moved back down to Florida for retirement. he and Daisy visit them sometimes for the winter holidays. one time they made the mistake of visiting during summer, and have never visited Florida in summertime since then due to the heat.
he is a very warm man. not just when he’s sleeping. he is a furnace. if you hug him for long enough, you will be sweaty by the time you come out of it.
his love language is physical affection. he just loves to pick up people and hug them and cuddle them whenever it’s socially acceptable to do so.
he’s like a dog sometimes. if you have a job and you get home after he does, he will be ECSTATIC and like Maxwell, will immediately come up to the door to greet you with kisses and hugs.
and like a grizzly bear, he’s pretty fond of fish. Brian just prefers whitefish like cod or haddock to salmon, but he’ll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him.
unless it’s spicy. Brian cannot handle any spice hotter than black pepper. on good days he can eat some semi-spicy chicken wings and enjoy himself, but only if he has a lot of water and coleslaw on hand to eat with it.
Brian actually likes piña coladas. it’s his favorite alcoholic drink besides beer, and it’s usually his second choice if he’s got a sweet tooth that day. but he doesn’t drink that often, actually.
honestly, he’s probably gone to Margaritaville with Joseph at one point. Joseph kinda meant it as a date but Brian had no clue and was so oblivious that Joseph thought that it was on-purpose in a passive-aggressive manner.
Hugo Vega
Hugo is autistic and his special interests are wrestling and literature. Ernest is also autistic. i will die on this hill
sometimes he writes a bit of poetry in his spare time, though he’s quite insecure about it so he has never shown it to anyone. a lot of them have allusions to other pieces of literature or wrestling.
the poetry writing is funny because i imagine that when he was first put into a poetry course in highschool he probably Hated it because he just couldn’t pick up much on the metaphors and the tone of the piece (just like me fr). but later in his life Hugo definitely gained an appreciation for poetry and started to write a bit of it after the divorce just to deal with his feelings.
he’s always willing to give constructive criticism. to anyone. sometimes he comes off as judgemental when he does that and he doesn’t realize it
Hugo speaks Spanish fluently, and knows a little bit of French. he actually grew up speaking Spanish and English in a bilingual household because his parents immigrated from Mexico.
he also celebrates Día de los Muertos and has since he was a child. it is his favorite holiday due to the symbolism, even if he ends up just celebrating it from home with Ernest. it’s actually one of the few things they still bond over — just decorating, making food, and Hugo going over some family history with Ernest.
this man works hard to keep his house as clean as possible. and he works hard to try and get Ernest to clean his room, which works maybe half the time. sometimes Hugo caves in and can’t help but to go in there and clean it himself if it gets bad and Ernest is out. he makes sure to try and put everything back where he found it, unless it was on the floor. then he puts it on Ernest’s bed.
Hugo isn’t much of a movie or TV show type of guy, unless they are an adaptation of a book. then he reads the book and then watches the movie\TV show. then he writes a review of it to get his thoughts and feelings out, and he Will send it to you if he trusts you enough. but only if you’ve watched it. Hugo believes heavily in the sanctity of not giving out unwanted spoilers.
he’s got a guilty pleasure of watching bad horror movies. this is canon. go replay Hugo’s second date and you will find this piece of dialogue which i hold near to my heart.
he can’t really handle good horror movies. horror movies that are good at scaring people, anyway.
he could probably crush a watermelon between his thighs. or his arms. if you ask him if he could crush a watermelon, he would be Very confused because he doesn’t know the trend(? was it a trend or did i imagine that???)
“…what? Why would I want to crush a watermelon between my thighs? I don’t like watermelon. Neither does Ernest. Honestly, I don’t know the last time he’s ever willingly eaten a vegetable or fruit.”
but then he’d be very surprised if you showed him videos of people doing it. he’d just stare with interest, impressed by the muscles.
if you manage to do it, he’ll actually start blushing so hard that he has to try and hide his face.
speaking of, he actually does try to hide his face a lot when he realizes he’s blushing. it’s very cute because he also can’t hold back a very embarrassed smile when he does so.
Mat Sella
Mat’s kind of a punk, alternative, and rock music guy, but he also really likes R&B, indie, and even some of those catchy pop songs.
his handwriting is very, very neat and pretty. he writes in cursive a lot, but only because he thinks it’s pretty and he’s just used to writing in it a lot.
he takes very, very good care of his hair. he also is the one mainly taking care of Carmensita’s hair, since she has a general disregard for taking the leaves and twigs out of it after she plays outside. so Mat is the one doing hair clean-up duty all the time.
he also cleans Carmensita’s glasses after she comes inside after playing. because she refuses to clean her glasses.
thankfully, Mat is good at cleaning and likes to clean. obviously he bakes almost every other day for both the Coffee Spoon and himself. music is playing on the record player while he’s baking or cleaning, unless he’s doing some late-night cleaning when Carmensita is asleep; that’s one of the few times he wears headphones in the house
he takes headphones with him everywhere he goes, though. he has a little bowl next to the front door with his keys and headphones in it so he doesn’t forget them
he loves coffee, to say the least. he brews a cup every morning, it’s almost like a ritual to him at this point. he just enjoys the process and relishes in it every day. it’s almost like it’s own type of therapy for him.
if it turns out that you don’t like coffee, however — he will act like a normal person and say “oh, okay” and just not make you drink coffee. he’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to share his morning coffee time with both of you having a cup.
but if you at all try to join him on his coffee time with your own drink, just sitting in the morning and soaking up the sunlight and happy silence, he’ll be over the moon sharing that time.
we all know that he has the tendency to talk too much when he’s anxious, so moments like these where you’re just sitting together, mostly silent, is his favorite.
Mat just isn’t much of a talker when he’s super comfortable. so cuddling will be pretty quiet, too.
Mat grew up with cats, and absolutely adores them to the point where he is so tempted to turn the Coffee Spoon into a cat cafe. the only reason he hasn’t adopted any cats is because each time he is confronted with the idea he is incapable of making any decision and gets anxious.
but if you like cats, you’re totally getting a cat together. especially if you give him any kind of confidence when you’re around, like Rosa used to.
Mat isn’t an alcohol kind of guy. not since Carmensita was born, anyway. he also just doesn’t really like the taste of beer and other alcoholic drinks. he prefers the bitter coffee taste (couldn’t be me).
Mat does drink tea sometimes, but not often. maybe once a month he treats himself to a cup of tea.
Rosa actually really liked tea, so part of the reason Mat doesn’t drink it that often is because it reminds him of Rosa.
Robert Small
the man is Big. 6’3” and pretty chunky, so yeah. he’s pretty intimidating, and not just because of his RBF (resting bitch face).
speaking of RBF, he looks constantly mildly ticked off when in reality he is thinking about what he’s having for dinner. sure, he has plenty of other expressions, but they’re not quite as common as his “looks like he’s thinking of committing multiple crimes” look.
this man wakes up with some serious bedhead — hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, not because of the way he sleeps but because of Betsy. sometimes she gets up and sleeps right next to his head. and sometimes she gives Robert’s hair a bit of a nibble.
he really gives the whole “raccoon at the dumpster” type of look.
sometimes he volunteers at the animal shelter but only really late in the day when nobody except Mary is there. he usually brings a flask of whiskey with him to share with her, but Mary isn’t super keen on drinking around the animals.
he’s more like a cat than he is a dog. he likes to just sit in the general vicinity those he likes without saying anything while they talk for hours on end and he gives acknowledging feedback. usually just a blink and a nod.
but sometimes, very rarely, if he loves likes you enough, he’ll smile as he stares right at you, saying nothing.
if you end up dating him and move in with him, you could be doing literally anything and then turn around to find him staring at you with a smile that he tries to hide. sometimes he can’t believe that he’s in a healthy relationship after all the heartache he’s suffered.
but it’s also unnerving when you do something kinda embarrassing, like struggling to find a midnight snack, and then you just turn around and this big old man is just staring at you like my a cat waiting for you to go back to your bedroom.
remember how i said he’s more cat than dog? scratch that. if you have a job or god forbid, leave home without him, he will wait for you to come home. he will check the front door any time he hears even a little noise, very excited to see you, until he realizes you’re not home yet.
he counts down the hours and minutes until you get home from work. if it was socially acceptable for him to drive you to work and sit in your work’s parking lot the entire time and spend it waiting for you, he would do it.
if he can go with you somewhere, he will. even if it’s a 5 minute trip to the grocery store and it will take him longer to get dressed than to go with you, you better wait because he is coming with.
the second you come through that door? he is getting up off the couch that he moved to purely so he would be closer to the door and he, like Betsy, is coming directly towards you to ask you how your day was and if you brought anything back for him.
if you critique any of his whiskey then he will break out into a very passionate rant about the best kind of whiskey is the kind that makes you almost die a little bit on the inside when you take a shot.
idk why, but i feel like if he and Saul Goodman met, they’d be best friends. they’d pull off the best grifts together.
also Robert fucking loves Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul. he just rewatches it over and over again as a comfort show even though it doesn’t provide any comfort whatsoever. his faves are Saul and Nacho
he will force you to watch Breaking Bad or Better Call Saul. or at the very least, he explain the plotline.
Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul is the Only reason that he has a Netflix subscription. there is no other reason he’d ever need one.
also Robert fucking hates Margaritaville. Joseph took him there once — Robert got sick from the Cheeseburger in Paradise, and now Robert vows to never step foot in one of those damn restaurants ever again.
Robert doesn’t like margaritas, so maybe it was doomed from the start.
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someone should submit an item to dndads that's just "willy gun: no matter what or who you shoot it at it always hits Willy Stampler"
#just blahs#listen i knowww they wouldnt let that slide cause ofc thats too much#but let me dream ok#just imagine#dndads#dungeons and daddies#willy stampler#fuck willy stampler#all my homies hate willy stampler
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I've been away on vacation for a while and have obviously been missing my boyfriend. Had a dream about him last night so I thought I'd share it with y'all.
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We were in bed together, sleeping. I woke up, slightly opened my eyes and saw him so turned on he was already hard and leaking precum. He wasn't really doing anything about it though because he didn't have my permission. I could tell he was looking at me, so I just pretended to sleep (although really I just wanted to go lick him clean).
I repositioned myself (made it look natural, like I was still sleeping) so that he could see more of me, our blanket slipped and my whole body was exposed.
Checking his reaction through my barely opened eyes, I could tell he wanted nothing more than to be allowed a release. His gaze kept exploring every inch of my body, but I stopped moving and waited there for a bit, leaving him to stare and fight the urge to do anything I didn't explicitly allow him to.
After a while, I pretended to wake up. Looking at him amused, I moved closer to him and started touching his body. My hands started going up, touching his abs and his chest, going back down his strong arms, touching his thighs.... He looked both pleased and desperate.
Finally I adjusted my position, and while maintaining eye contact, started licking him. From the base to the head, then taking him all in and slowly going up and down, our eyes still locked together.
I picked up the pace and the waves of pleasure made his eyes roll back, but each time they did I'd stop, forcing him to maintain eye contact if he wanted me to keep going. It took everything in him not to cum super fast, but eventually he did. I kept going for a bit, as we were both enjoying it (and he was still hard af).
I knew he wanted more, but yk me, I find it funny to leave him slightly frustrated and eager for more, so after a while I stopped, kissed him and went back to sleep, my naked body pressed against his (and I woke up in real life).
Safe to say I'm extremely turned on right now.
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jenoooooo babyyyyyyy
#nct#nct dream#jeno lee#nct jeno#jeno is so cute#jeno imagines#lee jeno#jeno#jeno so sexy#nct jeno bbl#jeno bbl update#jeno bbl#bbl update#nct bbl#lysn#choke me daddy
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A Simple Solution
pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington/Female Reader
summary: Robin proposes a solution to fixing Steve’s attitude due to the high stress of being a single father of an infant, and you decide to give it a shot when your solution fails.
warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, masturbation with help™, oral sex (male receiving), grinding, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, single daddy steve, snarky and stressed steve, steve in gray sweatpants, steve has a bit of a praise kink for a second, he also has a big dick no complaints here, he comes twice cause why not, beta read, edited by me
note: I've been writing a single dad steve series, and I needed to write this. tagging @gothbitchshit for no reason other than to say hi. Thank you for reading and please enjoy~
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Steve's son was only about 3 months old when you moved in. It was a mutual agreement between you two, from high school acquaintances to co-workers at Scoops Ahoy one summer turned friends now turned roommates years later, and Steve had made it clear to you that his son would never have to be your responsibility.
What he meant was that he'd never expect you to babysit him, make you buy him things like formula or diapers, or to even wake up and take care of him when he cries late into the night (as a housewarming gift he gifted you a walk-man for when that happens). And while you didn't actually mind having an infant in the house or helping Steve from time to time, you did respect these boundaries of his.
Steve wanted to do this on his own, and you understood that. After all, he did let you move in after you were evicted by your parents because an adult shouldn't be living with their parents still (their words) and he had an extra room. Also, he didn't exactly hate the idea of splitting monthly and weekly expenses with someone.
It wasn't like Steve didn't let you near his son or anything, in fact, he encouraged it, wanting his son used to people. You absolutely loved holding him and talking to him, you enjoyed reading to him too, especially when Steve would just fall asleep with him in his arms and you'd pick him up and take him to bed to let Steve sleep while you read him a story or told him about your day.
"How was your day? Ah, you're just a little baby," you would say as you changed him, "Your day was a random elderly woman cooing and saying hi to you, huh?"
And he'd just stare up at you with those big brown eyes that matched Steve's, and you'd sit down on the rocking chair with him in your lap while Steve got much needed rest on the couch in the living room.
That was pretty much it, but now that his son was around 6 months old...you did wish that Steve would let you help. More than just that, more than just watching him for about an hour because he needed to run out really quick, or handing him some bottles when he needed one. It was because, well, you could tell he was exhausted and could use a little more than the help you've been giving him.
Except, he stood by not needing your help, or anyone's help for that matter except for a paid babysitter whenever he was at work (which you found silly because you would watch him for free on the days Steve worked and you didn't).
All in all, you just wanted to help, but Steve was stubborn. Stubborn and tired...and he'd gotten a little snappy lately too.
It was a day off for you, and you were up early because his son typically woke you up around 5 am. He hadn't been doing it lately, but your mind clung to that sleep schedule.
You were standing in the semi-clean kitchen, well just unorganized really, and was making more bottles while flipping through a magazine after you decided to clean the dishes and other bottles left beside the sink from the night before.
You were shaking one and flipping the page of the magazine when you heard a door creak open from down the hall and looked up to see Steve entering the kitchen a few seconds later.
His eyes were squinted, his hair slightly greasy and sticking up in various directions, and he was only wearing a pair of gym shorts so his hair covered chest was on full display, not something you weren't used to. He stood for a good moment or two just staring at you, then at the bottles you had made.
"You...you don't have to do that," he said after rubbing his eyes, "I told you that you don't have to do...anything."
You set down the bottle you were shaking, which was actually the last one as you said, "I was awake, and had nothing else to do...so..."
He looked at all the bottles, a frown on his lips before he brought his hands to his face and sighed. You crossed your arms and leaned on the counter.
"Look okay, I told you when you moved in-"
"I know," you cut him off, "It's really not a big deal, Steve..."
"It's just- I told you I wanted to do this on my own-"
"And you have been," you told him sternly as you checked one of the bottles, knowing that Steve was up to go and feed his baby. You held it out for him, "I just wanted to help."
He stared at you, then at the bottle, and he took it from you while saying, "I literally never asked you for it, but whatever."
Before he turned away, he gave you one last look before walking back down the hall. You huffed, turning back to the bottles and thought he was being a bit much. You only made a few bottles, something you actually always did he just always thought he made more than normal.
"God, did I make this much? I'm so tired I don't even remember," Steve told you one Thursday night when he was going to give his son a bottle.
You decided then and there that you weren't going to hang out with him today like planned, and after putting them in the fridge (which was something you knew Steve would get snarky with about too but did it anyway) you went back to your room, but not before stopping in the doorway of his son's room and seeing Steve sitting on the rocking chair holding his newborn in his arms and smiling down at him as he fed him.
He still looked so tired though, but you continued to your room, lightly closing the door and grabbing the walk man so Tears for Fears could put you back to sleep for a bit.
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"God someone needs to get laid," Robin Buckley's voice echoed from beside you. You nearly choked on the pretzel you were currently eating while walking around at the mall that was a town over from Hawkins.
It was a nice half-way point between you, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin, who was actually Steve's best friend that you stole for a second since he hadn't even talked to her lately.
"Robin," Nancy was on the other side of you, shopping bags in one hand, "Don't say that so loud." Her blue eyes looked at the families around them and Robin cringed suddenly.
"Okay, but my point still stands, I know more than the normal person about Steve's sex life...unfortunately...and when he wasn't getting any, he got snarky like that," Robin said, and honestly, you think you knew what Robin was talking about too now, remembering particularly when working at Scoops together, the guy had a whole attitude until he was back in the game.
Nancy just grimaced, "Well he is a single dad of a 6 month old, has he been out like at all?" The question was targeted toward you, and you lifted your head after biting into your pretzel and nodded.
"Yeah, he goes out...to get diapers and baby stuff...and to work," you said fully knowing that's not what Nancy meant. She gave you a look and you scoffed, "Other than that, no not really, he spends every day off at home, and we hang a lot in the house when it's both of our days off. We were supposed to today until he said that to me."
Robin hummed, "Can't really blame the guy though, right? The little guy is born, mother vanishes, he's all alone taking care of him...till you moved in. He's just stressed, right?"
You took another bite of your pretzel, teeth digging into the fluffy bread as you turned to look at Robin, "Well, I moved in to make it easier with bills and stuff but…no I messed up...he told me he didn't need help like that, and I overstepped."
"Well...out of all of us here, you're seeing it right? You said he's tired all the time, forgets to do things like make extra bottles because he's working so much and getting very little sleep...you were just trying to help," Nancy said with a shrug, and while that was true...you still felt bad.
Robin saw your conflicted expression and wrapped a friendly arm around you, "I'm sure it's fine, just you know, talk to him, express some friendly concern and maybe tell him my solution...or better yet, maybe help him with that solution?"
You snapped your eyes up to meet Robin's, feeling your cheeks heat up and she chuckled as she poked your nose, "I'm joking...but this is probably a good time to tell you that he did have a crush on you when we all worked together at Scoops Ahoy...and after that too."
You furrowed your eyebrows, then laughed in her face, "Robin, he had a crush on you."
"Yeah, he did, but for obvious reasons, that was never going to work out for him, but he liked you too, and for much longer than he liked me, so...I don't know..." Robin trailed off, and you sighed as you turned to look at Nancy.
"I would just talk to him, not about her solution because that would just make it weird," Nancy told you quickly, before she looked around and leaned in, "But...maybe he does need what Robin thinks, it doesn't have to be you though."
Your cheeks grew more hot, but there was another sort of feeling that stirred inside of you when you thought about Steve actively going out to find someone to sleep with. You took the last bite of your pretzel then and looked forward, thinking about what Robin and Nancy had said...and as your eyes caught a donuts shop you and he once went to before his son was born, you thought maybe instead of Robin's solution you could try another.
Later that night you returned to Hawkins with a couple of shopping bags, and a box of freshly made donuts that included at least three of his favorite one. It was their bear claws, and you knew this because Steve still brought it up sometimes, claiming he’d never have a donut like that again.
Steve was in the living room, sitting on the couch in front of his son who was sitting in a high chair. There was a jar of half-full baby food sitting on the tray portion, and Steve was leaning in and wiping his son’s face. He’d been trying to introduce him to solids since at the last appointment the doctor told him it was okay, but more food had gotten onto his chin rather than his mouth on this attempt.
“That’s okay,” Steve told him with a warm smile as he wiped off the excess food on his lips, “We’ll try next time.” His son stared at him before the corner of his lips started to curl up and Steve chuckled as he leaned in and kissed his cheek affectionately, “You have a charming smile just like your daddy, huh? Yes you do. Gonna make all the boys and girls swoon with that smile." His son’s smile only grew, making Steve chuckle and kiss him again.
You had entered through the door in the kitchen, and the door lightly slamming captured Steve's attention. He looked up, seeing an unreadable expression on your features when he saw you setting down things on the now clean kitchen counter.
"Uh, hey," Steve told you, then he looked back at his son with a grimace on his face because of how you just left after what happened in the morning. His son just stared blankly at him, as if trying to figure out why his dad’s face looked like that (He should know because Steve talked about it to him while he changed his diaper earlier).
"Hi," you replied back lamely as you started to remove your coat and set it down on the back of one of the stools in the kitchen. It was awkwardly silent, save for the late cartoons playing on the small tv.
Steve swallowed thickly, feeling bad about what happened in the morning, especially with how you two had plans today and you were mad enough to leave. He moved to stand, picking his son up at the same time and holding him against his chest as he entered the kitchen with you.
"So...how is Robin and Nance?" he asked you, eyes moving toward the various shopping bags, not having yet seen the donuts box you purposely set on the counter behind you.
"They're good, you should really give Robin a call though, she won't admit it but she misses your phone calls," you told him nonchalantly, "And I think she really wants to see the little guy again."
Steve watched a smile grow on your lips at the sight of his son, and it made him feel slightly warm, but also...regretful. He took a deep breath, wanting to make the feeling go away.
"Look, I had a very eye opening conversation with the little guy about what happened this morning,” Steve lightly joked, which didn’t fail to make your warm smile toward his son turn slightly amused, “And…I'm sorry…I know you're just trying to help out.”
You crossed your arms, choosing to lean on the counter again as your eyes lifted back up to Steve's as your expression turned more serious, "It's okay, you told me not to, but...I just see you struggling you know? And I want to help, and I don't mean act like his mom or something, just...like as a friend...or an unofficial aunt."
Steve stared at you for a moment, that warm feeling only growing, but he still felt a bit indifferent about it. You could tell by the way his expression faltered.
"I know, I know...it's just, he's my son? And I need to know that I can take care of him on my own because if I let you help then what would happen if you left? What if I just mess up because I’m incapable of taking care of my own kid?" he asked you genuinely because he had been thinking about that, too afraid he'd start relying on you so much that he'd be hopeless. He had already been through similar situations, sans being a single dad, and he was determined to never let that happen again where he was thrown into a responsibility he wasn’t ready for.
"Steve...you are such a good dad, I don't think that's possible," you said with a small laugh of disbelief, "Everything you're doing for him...working all those hours, spending every hour you aren't working with him...but that doesn’t mean you have to do everything on your own especially since help is just right here."
“I know,” Steve replied, voice slightly hoarse.
You were pushing yourself off of the counter now, going toward the box of donuts now, "I'm not going to do everything, just you know, make some bottles here and then, take care of him so you can sleep longer...maybe even watch him if you want to go out with some date or something...things like that."
Steve laughed at that, not at the whole thing, but the dating part and he said, "You seriously think I'm getting dates?"
"I don't know...some women like the whole single dad thing...you haven't noticed when we go out some are looking at you with major heart eyes, Steve?" you asked, "Especially when you do that baby talk to him? Some find it hot."
Steve furrowed his brows, then laughed again, "Right…”
“It’s true,” you replied with a weak shrug, “There’s just something about the young dad vibe that is just incredibly attractive.”
Steve stared at the back of your head, swiping his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, and he said, “Are you one of these women? It sounds like you're talking from experience."
You glanced over your shoulder at Steve before you opened the box of donuts that were still hidden from Steve's view and you replied, "I'm not immune to it."
At your confession, it made Steve's cheeks grow a bit pink but then his son was reaching up to touch his nose, distracting him. Steve grinned down at him, and asked in that same voice without thinking, "Alright, alright, you have my attention again- you want a bottle?"
You turned toward Steve again, holding a bear paw in your hand that was meant for Steve and felt your chest tighten. You weren't lying when you said you weren't immune to it, the way he looked when holding his son, the way he talked to him, but you were luckier than the women who just walked by him in the street, you got to see this everyday. Him being so caring, so protective and so loving to his son. In your honest opinion, Steve just got hotter to you since living with him. He was hot before, but now you can't ignore or deny it like you did when you were classmates and coworkers at an ice cream parlor.
You softly cleared your throat, capturing Steve's attention. He lifted his eyes to look at you, before you waved the bear claw and his eyes moved toward it. You could practically see his eyes light up and his mouth beginning to water at the simple sight of it.
"Fuck, give me that right now," Steve cursed, and you chuckled and walked toward him. You held it to his lips and Steve leaned forward to take a bite out of it, and practically moaned at its sugary taste, "God, give me another bite."
You did as told, holding it back up to his lips as he took another bite, a bigger one this time with his eyes boring into yours. You bit your inner cheek, thinking this was probably working. You didn't want to think about Steve needing to have sex or something when this donut was practically doing the same thing...easing his nerves even for just a bit.
"So...are we okay then?" you asked him as he swallowed his second bite.
"Yeah...yeah we're okay," he said, shooting you a sweet grin before he opened his mouth again. You rolled your eyes playfully and said, "Then give me him and feed yourself."
Steve pouted at you, but did as told. You took his son in your arms, speaking in a high pitched voice as you said, "Hi, how was your day with your daddy? Sorry I didn't get you a donut, but I promise I’ll bring you one too when you’re a little older." You smoothed down the dark hair on his head, and his son gazed up at you and reached out to touch your cheek and smile.
Steve stopped midway from bringing the rest of the donut to his mouth, eyes resting on you and feeling some kind of heat rather than a regular warmth at the sight of you holding his son and with the smile and look of joy you were putting on his little face.
What you didn’t know, and Steve never going to tell you, was that there was another reason he didn't want you helping out so much, and the heat he was feeling right now just watching with his son, how it always had been since you moved in, was it. He rather focused on his donut, tearing his eyes from you as you grabbed a bottle, made by you of course, and sauntered off toward his son’s bedroom.
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Things were going okay between you and Steve, and he had seemed less stressed with him letting you help him out some more. It was more than you were doing before, but not too much either. He wasn't snapping at you again...until today.
You had gotten off of your shift early, a rare occasion to happen, and you had gone straight home and you told the sitter she could go home.
You didn't think Steve would be bothered by it since he started to accept more of your help, but something must've happened during his day at work because when got home and only found you and his son, and no babysitter, he grew slightly irritated.
"I just think you should ask me first," Steve told you as he picked his son out of the cradle swing that was set out in the living room. You looked at Steve with a raised brow.
"Okay? Do you not trust me or something to watch him? I don't see the problem," you bit back, growing irritated with him now. Steve sighed, kissing his son on nose as a hello and glancing at you. You were in the kitchen again, and he followed after you.
"No, I trust you, I just think if you're going to send the sitter home you should let me know," he said with a bit of a firm tone in his voice that you didn't like.
You honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal because you were here and it made no sense for her to stick around until he got home. He was leaving him here with you on your days off in the past weeks since your talk and suddenly this was a problem.
"I would apologize, but I don't see why I have to," you muttered, knowing Steve was in one of his moods again.
"It's because-" Steve paused, as if trying to think about exactly why, but when he didn't come up with anything you were laughing and shaking your head as you opened the fridge and bent over to look for one of the containers you'd brought home from work.
"You don't even know why," you said, then sighed and said, "But fine, next time I'll just call you and bother you at work." You heard Steve scoff just as you found what you were looking for.
"It's not about that-" Steve said but you were turning around and holding a piece of lemon cake you made at the bakery you worked full-time at in your hand and telling to be quiet and just eat the cake.
Steve just stared at you, then the lemon cake dumbfounded, and he said, "I don't want that...whatever, just-" He was shaking his head and turning away, leaving you standing there. The last thing you heard was Steve asking his son, "Why does she keep trying to feed me sweets?"
You stood in the kitchen for a good few minutes after he'd left, looking at the lemon cake in your hand before shoving it into your own mouth and chewing it obnoxiously. It was the first time Steve refused to eat a sweet you were offering him, not knowing that you were always doing it whenever he got into a mood and was unintentionally averting his irritation toward you.
You went to your room a few minutes after that, and decided to call Robin and when she answered, she told you exactly what she told you at the mall. He desperately needed to get laid, and he didn't even know it.
"Oh god, if I do tell him that he's probably going to call me gross," you said, now weighing in her suggestion because honestly, you didn't know what else would ease the guy's stress and tension.
"Yeah, but then he'll think about it and realize you're probably right, I can tell him? Just put him on the phone right now," Robin said, making you chuckle.
"I think he's asleep…somehow," you said, glancing through your open door to see the hallway illuminated with the tv screen, "The little guy's quiet, so..."
"Bliss for a single dad, god I miss that kid, how is he?"
You told Robin about Steve's son, something he probably should be doing, but like you said he barely called her anymore either with the tight schedule he had. After a few more minutes of talking, Robin left you with a 'get him laid (y/n)' before hanging up.
It had made you laugh sarcastically again, but honestly, you didn't know what else to even do. Even as you walked out into the living room and saw him laying on the couch with his eyes closed he looked so fucking tense. His eyebrows were furrowed, his jaw was clenched, and you could see the tension in his shoulders as well.
You mindlessly walked over to the TV, turning it off for him, but the moment you did, his eyes opened and he was saying your name. You didn't look at him until he said your name a second time.
"Hey, I'm sorry okay, I had a bad day at work, Keith made me work overtime and-"
"Look Steve," you started with, "I get it, okay, you're stressed and I understand why! I thought maybe if I helped you out especially with your son you would be less stressed and less of, let's face it, a jerk to me, but god, it's like anything I do you just get mad at me."
Steve was taken back by your words, eyes blinking rapidly at you as he moved to sit up. You crossed your arms and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. He pressed his lips together before cursing under his breath and saying, "I know, you're right and believe me- I'm trying not to okay, I'm sorry for getting mad about the babysitter, it's fine, if anything I prefer you to take care of him because he loves you so much."
You were a bit touched by that, your expression softening slightly, but you were still mad at Steve so you kept the softness brief before forcing it back to your expectant one.
"Then what's the matter?" you asked him.
He slouched slightly, bringing his hands to his messed up hair as he groaned and said, "Trust me I feel like an asshole every time I snap at you like that...I just have all this tension, and I don't know what to do about it...should I try like..yoga or something? Meditation?"
You huffed at the idea of Steve doing yoga, and you moved to fall into the space next to him, gazing at him for a moment before saying, "Robin...thinks it's because you need to have sex or at least an orgasm."
You watched Steve pause, the hand rubbing his scalp halting at once, and he lifted his head and looked at you with yet another dumbfounded look. You shrugged weakly, averting your eyes away from him as you said, "It beats what I've been doing...feeding you sweets..."
His eyes grew wide, now knowing that was why and feeling slightly embarrassed that he had to be coaxed into having a better attitude, but before he could respond to that you continued, "And maybe...she's right? When's the last time you've...you know..." You made a jerking off motion, making Steve's cheeks become flushed.
"Uh..." he pressed his lips together tightly, actually taking the question serious and he found that he really couldn't remember the last time he'd jerked off, let alone had sex with anyone. And maybe, the more he thought about, the more Robin did have a point...
You shifted in your spot so that you were facing him, resting your arm on the back edge of the couch and looking curiously at him before nudging him.
He looked back at you, his tongue swiping his bottom lip gently before he nodded, "She's probably right, but if that's what it takes...yeah you're gonna have to deal with me."
You rolled your eyes, "Anyone would hook up with you still in a heartbeat Harrington, just ask any woman at the supermarket."
Steve shrugged, "So you say, but would I hook up with them? I don't know them, after that little guy in there...I don't think I can have sex with just anyone anymore.”
You were chewing on your inner cheek at Steve’s words, contemplating another thing Robin had told you…that you could actually help with her solution for him. You rested the side of your head in your palm, fluttering your eyelashes slightly at Steve before you said, “Well…it doesn’t have to be just anyone…would you be…more comfortable if it was someone you knew?”
It was a loaded question, you were well aware of it, and Steve seemed to understand immediately what you were suggesting. He looked at you again, brown eyes observing you closely, and his cheeks turning slightly red. You offered him a smile, and raised both eyebrows suggestively at him.
His lips parted for a second, and he ran his hand through his thick, messy hair as he replied, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
You didn’t want to look or sound too disappointed, or too eager either, but you did pout slightly, something he also caught, and you said, “We don’t have to have actual sex…I could just help you get off. It’s always better when someone does it for you, right?”
It was Steve shifting in his spot too now because the simple idea of you touching him down there was making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. He hadn’t been touched in a while, he knew that for sure now if just you suggesting it had him getting aroused.
He cursed underneath his breath, glanced down at his crotch, making you follow his gaze. You rested your eyes on the prominent outline of his cock through his sweatpants that you hadn’t noticed he was wearing until now. They were the gray pair that left little to the imagination in the first place when he wore them, but right now the hardness cock was painfully obvious and you felt heat spread through your abdomen.
You took a sharp intake of breath, remembering suddenly something Robin told you as well at the mall.
“I don’t know if you wanted me to know this,” you started, moving toward Steve wearily, he turned his head to look at you moving closer, “But Robin told me you used to have a crush on me.”
Steve blinked for a moment, then laughed nervously as he said, “She told you that?” You nodded, settling on your knees beside him, licking his lips again as he said, “She’s right…I did.”
“How come you never told me?” you asked him softly, “I might’ve given you a chance.”
He chuckled at that, liking the way you tilted your head at him so curiously again as he said softly that he didn’t know why he never did. You had always seemed like this girl that was so out of his reach despite being so close, up until right now at least, because you’ve never been this close to him and he had to stop his breath from hitching with arousal.
He knew the very reason it was a bad idea was because his ‘crush’ on you hadn’t exactly faded, if that heat he felt whenever you held his son said anything else, so he wasn’t sure what would happen if you both took this step like this. But fuck, the thought of being touched in the first time in what feels like forever in his mind send tremors of anticipation and arousal through him. And it was also the fact that you were asking to touch him, that you wanted to do it…and Steve wanted it too.
You were leaning slightly, and you said in almost a whisper, “So…let me help you.”
Steve’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling way too aroused from just you being so close, and he was nodding. He nearly groaned when he felt your fingers touching his thigh and moving upward until he felt the tips of your fingers touching his cock that was still confined in his sweatpants.
His breath shook, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second as you gently dragged your fingers up and down his hardening cock. Your head was tilted downward, listening to the way Steve’s breathing was becoming deeper and heavier with every drag of your fingers.
“Fuck, yeah that feels…so fucking good,” Steve said, his voice an octave deeper, “Keep going.”
You hummed in response, before pressing your hand against his cock and started to rub him. He nearly choked on the groan he let out, and he spread his legs for you, slouching slightly as his head hit the back of the couch. He felt your hand grasp him, starting to rub him in a way that felt so goddamn good even above the fabric of his sweats.
It was a quiet hum that made Steve look at you leaning over him now, his head falling forward. You looked so focused as you wrapped your hand around him, and ran your thumb over the tip then. Steve’s hips bucked upwards when you did that, and you chuckled softly, moving your other hand to grab the back of the couch again to steady yourself.
He felt so fucking big underneath your hand, and when your eyes caught sight of the dark gray spot that began to seep through the light gray fabric, your mouth watered like Steve’s did when he saw that stupid bear claw you bought him weeks ago.
You bit your bottom lip, running your thumb across his tip again and listening to the noises that Steve was letting slip past his lips as you moved your hand back and forth. You never took him for a vocal lover, but then again maybe it was because he hadn’t been touched by anyone in so fucking long and he probably couldn’t help it. But fuck, it was hot to hear him, especially when the moans turned into breathless cursing as your hand worked faster.
Your eyes moved to his face, taking in the sight of his eyes that were practically shining and his lips that were wet with his spit. You started to rub him again, and watched as he threw head back and groaned out a ‘fuck.’ It made you smile, almost proud of yourself and you glanced back down at his crotch, seeing the wet spot had only gotten bigger and more obvious the more he bucked his hips in his hand.
“Damn Steve,” you said breathlessly, making him look at you, “It’s worse than I thought. Are you going to cum in your pants right now?”
He laughed breathlessly as he replied, “Shut- oh fuck- shut up,” his voice cracked as you moved your hand faster and harder, then slower again, “Don’t - god- don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
You smiled innocently at him as you ran your hand over his entire cock again, “I can do more…if you want.” You were moving your hand off of him, making Steve whine at you for the loss of contact, but when he felt your hand at the waistband of his sweats, he was looking down at your hand, then back up at you.
Realizing what you meant, he said, “I shouldn’t…" You brought you hand back down to touch him again, and his eyes rolled back for a momennt before he said, "...but fuck I don’t even care, your hand feels so fucking good.”
At his words, you were lifting your hand back up and digging them beneath the waistband, feeling nothing but bare skin and you gasped and teased, “No boxers Steve? It’s almost like you knew…”
His cheeks grew even more red at this, and he said, “I never wear those when I wear these. Too uncomfortable.”
“Oh?”
He smirked at you, already knowing that you were pretending to be surprised. He was well aware that you knew he never did, having seen you staring when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. If anyone knew anything, it was you.
You leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to one of the many beauty marks that decorated the side of his neck, something you’ve actually always wanted to do, and Steve practically melted at the touch of your lips right there. He turned his head to face you, and you pressed your forehead to his as you asked him to tell you if he really wanted you to actually touch him.
And Steve cursed and said yes.
You reached your hand into his pants, listening to him gasp and then feeling him buck into your hands as you wrapped your fingers around the girth of his cock. You even let out a soft whine yourself, your eyebrows growing taunt just by how big he actually was in your hand.
Steve was right about you having stared before when he wore these pants, but you didn’t think he was this big even when you just rubbed him over his sweats not even a full two minutes ago. Letting out a shaky breath, you started to move your hand back and forth, pumping his cock and trying to contain your own whines that only edged Steve on. It was rough without any kind of lube, but Steve didn’t really care, just enjoying the feeling of your hand wrapped around him slowly jerking him off.
Your eyes were kept on each other, your foreheads touching and your noses just barely touching too. You feel his hot breath hitting you with every pant that slipped past his parted lips, and he could feel yours too. It would be easy to lean forward and make your lips touch too, to kiss you for the first time.
It was the way he was looking at you though that had you working harder for him, enjoying that blown out look in his pupils. You'd never seen him like this before, and it was making you pump him faster and harder.
“Steve…” you were saying his name, and with hooded eyes and an even quieter voice he asked you what it was you wanted to tell him. You licked your lips this time, knowing what you wanted and just saying it.
“Let me suck you off.”
His chest flooded with heat, and further anticipation, especially with how you said it, so desperate that he didn’t need to feel embarrassed by the way he sounded either.
“Are…are you sure you want to? You don’t have to,” he told you genuinely, “I’m okay with you getting me off like this…”
Your hand on him slowed down, simply rubbing him again that earned you a quiet groan as you said with a furrow of your eyebrows, “You’ve just been working so hard and stressing yourself out so much that you’ve been so cold to me…”
“Fuck I know- I don’t mean to be,” he replied, pressing his forehead more to yours, parting his lips trying to lean more upward so that he could kiss you. You let out a deep exhale, purposely keeping out of his reach and replied, “It’s okay, I know why you are...”
Steve rubbed his nose against yours too, wanting nothing more but to kiss you, but wanting to hear what you were going to say next.
“You’re such a good dad to the little guy, I think you deserve some kind of reward, some appreciation that none of your stupid co-workers or manager show you,” you told him with another few pumps of his cock between your hand, “Let me show you how I’ll appreciate you. You deserve this, Steve.”
For some reason, your words were spreading through Steve like wildfire that he felt like he might just come from your words. The words good dad, reward, and appreciation buzzing pleasantly through his head and itching a part of his brain that he didn’t even know existed. You saw this change in him, the way his eyes grew dark and you asked him again to let you appreciate him for being such a loving, good dad to his son.
“Yes, fuck, please,” he told you, and you smiled, leaning away before his lips could even barely touch yours, but he found he couldn’t be disappointed as he knew where those lips of yours were going. You stayed in your same spot beside him though, just shifting ever so slightly to give yourself more room before you were taking Steve’s hard cock out of his sweats.
You whined gently, even more impressed with how well endowed he was, and you looked up at Steve through your lashes and he shot you a smile. He knew that look because every time he was with someone for the first time they all gave him the same look of surprise before they started practically drooling at the sight of his thick cock.
He'd just never thought you'd be one of them.
You picked your jaw off the floor though, eyes shifting back to his pretty cock. You stuck your tongue out as you leaned down, dragging it from the bottom and upward. One of Steve’s hands went to his own head while the other reached upwards to rest on your back, his rough hands from working so much touching the soft skin of your back that was exposed from your shirt lifting in your new position.
“Shit- sorry,” Steve apologized, “Didn’t mean- to-” he choked out a soft groan as your tongue began to lick at the swollen tip of his cock, tasting the pre cum that was already there, “I didn’t mean to touch you-”
“You can touch me, Steve,” you told him breathlessly, his brown eyes resting on yours for a moment before your tongue was back on him. He pushed his own hair out of his face, focusing on your tongue and the heat in his stomach when you were suddenly taking him halfway into your mouth. He hadn’t expected that, considering how you seemed to be taking it nice and slow, and he moaned quite loudly.
He froze, eyes shooting toward the hallway, not wanting to wake up his son as it took a while for him to fall asleep. You didn’t really notice he did, getting him wet with the heat of your mouth and practically choking on him even though only about half of him was stuffed into your mouth.
When he heard no crying, Steve returned his focus onto you, making sure his noises of pleasure weren’t that loud again. His head fell back just over the back of the couch, enjoying the feeling of your hot and wet mouth around him as you started to bob your head up and down, the tip just barely touching the back of your throat, and your hand wrapping around the rest of him that you couldn’t take.
“Oh fuck, you’re right, I needed this- I needed this so fucking much,” he told you in a low, husky voice, his head dropping forward and his eyes moving over the curve of your body, resting on your ass that was sticking out in your current position. He barely realized you were wearing those terribly small shorts you wore when the ac was broken for a few days during the summer you moved in. It was winter now. He moved his hand lower to grab your ass, and squeezed the flesh there as he teased you by basically repeating what you told him earlier, “You’re wearing these shorts? It’s almost like you knew…”
You were taken off guard by his words and his hand squeezing your ass, so much that you hummed appreciatively around him, sending a pleasurable vibration up Steve’s cock and he practically gasped and bucked his hips upward in response. The sudden gesture caused his cock to hit your throat directly, and you were suddenly gagging. Your hand that wasn’t on his cock slapped onto his thigh and then you looked up at him, giving him a look that made him laugh breathlessly.
“Sorry,” he told you as you pulled off of him, deciding to use your hand for a moment, which felt much better with his cock covered in your spit. His eyes shifted from your hand pumping him, and back to your lips that were shining with your spit and looked more swollen than before. You were a very pretty sight indeed.
“It’s fine,” you told him, your voice slightly hoarse that Steve loved because it was because you were sucking his cock, you swallowed thickly and continued to say, “If you want me to take more of you, just ask.”
Steve sighed, and shook his head, “You don’t have to, I’m pretty big…don’t want to strain your throat.” You raised both brows at him, impressed by the smugness despite thinking he had every right to be smug. You’ve sucked cock before, but god, Steve had to be the biggest one and you liked a challenge.
You twisted your neck side to side, making Steve raise both eyebrows at you as he realized you were going to go for it as you got off of the couch and instead went to the ground between his spread open legs. Flashing him a little smirk, you were leaning down again and sliding him back into your mouth, flattening your tongue and lowering yourself as far as you could.
Your lips stretched out around the girth of him, your eyes closing as you focused on relaxing your throat so you can get at least most of him in.
The feeling of his cock so deep inside of your mouth had Steve’s smugness dissipating by the second. With every inch you took, he was becoming a mess, and he brought his hand to the back of your head. His breaths started to come in fast and heavy pants because holy fuck he didn’t expect you to be able to take so much of him, he never expected anyone to so with you doing this for him, it fucking wrecked him.
“God yeah, just like that, holy shit,” he told you, his voice becoming strained as you swallowed around him, “Fucking hell, yeah, yeah you know what you’re doing, fuck, fuck, fuck...”
His hand held on to the back of your head firmly, while your hands stayed on his thigh, wanting to prevent him literally going down your fucking throat when he finally came, which you knew he was close. You began to bob your head up and down again, making Steve moan out your name along with more curses that had you wanting to touch yourself.
The hand on the back of your head was helping you, lifting you and pushing down and he was very relieved that you were holding his thighs down because he couldn’t keep his hips from bucking upwards any longer. He was close, so fucking close, every time he hit the back of your throat you slightly gagged and it felt so fucking good, you felt good and he almost wanted to fucking thank you for doing this for him.
“I- I’m going to come,” he warned you between his pants and moans, “Yeah, yeah I’m going to oh my fucking god yeah-” His body folded toward you, his head dropping as he felt himself let out the longest, most hottest groan of his life when on the final bob of your head, you took him even further. He felt the back of your throat, and he was a goner.
With anyone else, Steve might’ve been embarrassed by his moans that turned into straight up whimpers as he came right into the back of your throat, and felt you desperately trying to swallowing. You took all of him, not wanting to pull away until you took every drop of cum he had to give you. His body twitched and convulsed with electric shocks of pleasure that he’d been denying himself of for a while now.
Steve lifted his head, letting out long breaths with his eyes still closed as you drank the last of him up. He was massaging the back of your scalp as you did so, saying things like why the fuck are so good at that and I haven’t came that hard in fucking forever.
His words made you smile smugly as you leaned away from him, your plump lips and chin covered in your own spit. His eyes softened at the sight of you though, and he moved his hand to gently cup your jaw and wipe your lip with his thumb almost affectionately.
“Feel…” you tried to speak, but your voice was more raspy than before. You had to clear your throat and Steve was smiling…again, which you promptly ignored because it was all smug like again, “Feel better?”
He sucked in a deep breath, wanting to steady his breathing as he thought about it. He honestly did feel a lot better, the tension he felt in his shoulders and back and basically every being released along with orgasm. He leaned back on to the couch, and nodded weakly.
“Yeah, I feel much better,” he replied, dropping his hand from your face to his thigh, right beside his softening cock. You nodded, content with that and started to move to stand, about to tell him that you were glad and needed to go to your room immediately for no particular reason related to the throbbing between your legs.
You didn’t account for your legs feeling wobbly though, and you fell forward onto Steve. He caught you quickly as your leg slotted between his, and you felt your cunt press against his thigh.
The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through you when it did, and you were so turned on that you couldn’t stop the moan escaping your lips even if you wanted to. Steve gazed up at you, obviously having heard you and swallowed thickly as once again bit his bottom lip gently before releasing it.
You met his gaze, feeling slightly flustered that you’d moaned so easily, and maybe embarrassed because you didn’t want him to think you were expecting anything back, but then his hands were on your waist, as if wanting to keep you there.
“I’ve been thinking…for maybe about 2 minutes…” he started with, his voice slightly deeper, “It’s not just me who deserves a reward like this. You do too.”
He flexed his thigh underneath you and you gasped softly as the pressure again. Your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to steady yourself even though he was holding onto you.
“A reward for what? Dealing with you being a jerk?” you joked, and Steve nodded.
“Yeah,” he replied softly, “Let me make you feel good too…come on..” He was moving you to straddle him completely, and you settled right onto his lap, your clothed cunt pressing against his cock that was still out of his sweatpants.
His cock was still pretty sensitive from just coming that his eyes rolled back for a moment, before he asked you to lift your hips for him. You did as told, lifting your body to your knees above his lap and he was looking down at you before he brought his hand between your legs.
You moved your hands onto his shoulders again when you felt his fingers touching you, lightly at first, as if wanting to emulate the way you teased and touched him earlier. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, a quiet moan of his name making him look up at you with a heated gaze.
The soft moan of his name stirred Steve on as he pressed his fingers harder against your clit, starting to rub the bundle of nerves in small circles. The grip on his shoulders tightened as he did so, your teeth releasing your bottom lip as your moans turned into whimpers with his name being one of the things you kept saying.
“I’m sorry for being so mean to you,” Steve said, his voice strained, “I’ll be better, fuck, I promise.” His fingers moved faster and you didn’t even really listen to what he said, just chasing the pleasure his fingers were giving you and wishing there was no fucking fabric in the way.
“Fuck okay, okay,” Steve suddenly said, slowing down his movements, “Can you grind on me? I really need to feel you.”
You whined at the lost of contact because you felt so fucking close and too aroused to have him just stop like that, but then he was moving your hips back down so that your middles were pressed together again. The feeling of his cock against you again, which you were sure was half-hard, made you let out a choked out gasp and you were starting to grind against him like he asked without question.
The fabric of your shorts caused a delicious friction for Steve against his cock, especially with the way you were starting to grind against him, trying to get the same friction with your clothed clit. You cursed when his hips met your thrusts, and it hit your clit instantly, making you gasp and look down at Steve.
His head was tilted down, watching your clothed cunt drag across his cock, his lips were parted and pink as he looked absolutely enchanted by the way you were rutting against him desperately. It made it somehow even more hot that he was watching you so closely and you knew he was thinking about actually being inside of you…because you were thinking the same thing.
The mere idea of him burying that cock of his deep inside of you spurred you on, and you moved your hips faster, sending a jolt of ecstasy across your body. Steve cursed, especially as the couch even began to move by how hard you were grinding down on him and he felt his cock suddenly start to twitch again as you desperately rubbed your pussy on him.
“You’re getting me hard again,” he said with a gruff, his hands on your waist grasping you almost roughly as he moved you faster and harder on top of him, “Fuck, fuck yeah- do you feel fucking good? Grinding yourself against me like this?”
You dropped your head to meet his heated gaze as you nodded, “It feels so damn good, Steve.”
You clenched your teeth as you grasped the back of the couch now, wanting to give yourself more leverage, and Steve realized he couldn’t fucking handle this anymore as his cock hardened- he didn’t want you to come on his cock like this, thinking it would be a shitty reward compared to you sucking him off. He wanted to bury himself inside you, fucking you as deep as you could take him.
His mind was going absolutely feral at the idea your walls clenching around his cock, and he was asking you between his heavy pants, “I know I said no sex, but fuck it I need to be inside of you. Please let me fuck you, please.”
You didn’t hesitate as you said, “Yes, yes Steve please fuck me.”
Your answer was music to his ears, and he was moving you off of him and telling you to lay on your side on the couch. You practically fell onto the cushions of the large couch, with Steve squeezing behind you. You were pulling your shorts and underwear off while he kicked his own sweatpants off before he was grabbing your inner thigh and lifting your leg upward and telling you to keep it up as the hand went to his cock to stroke it a few times.
After a second or two, he positioned it right at your entrance, running the thick tip over your folds first that had you almost begging and he said in a gruff voice, “You’re fucking dripping…” He pushed his hips forward, the shaft of his cock pressing between your outer folds, letting your wetness soak him for a second before he was positioning the tip back at your entrance, gently shoving it between the folds of your pussy.
At this point, you were practically gone and had turned into nothing but a moaning, jittery mess that only wanted one thing and one thing only, which was him inside of you. You were actually starting to beg now, whimpers and pleas falling from your lips as you begged him to shove himself inside of you.
He wasted no time after that, pushing his cock deeper between your folds. The girth of him stretched you out almost immediately, and you almost choked on the spit that continued to collect in your mouth.
“Holy shit, Steve,” you told him, eyes growing slightly wide, “Please go slow.”
“I know,” Steve told you right beside your ear where his mouth was. You leaned back into him, your jaw dropping as he slowly pushed more into you, biting his lip at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
You squeezed your eyes shut, a whimper slipping past your lips as his cock stretched you out like no other had before and thinking this cock was going to ruin you because it was definitely going to be a hard one to beat, especially when it hit that spot inside of you that made your vision go starry.
You gripped the couch cushion beneath you, and buried your head into it as well as you took deep breaths, just feeling so goddamn full.
“It’s not even all the way in,” Steve told you with a smug chuckle before he kissed your earlobe gently and then your neck to try and help ease your pain of taking him specifically for the first time, “You're taking me so well though, baby, so fucking well. Tell me when you’re ready.”
After taking a few deep breaths, you lifted your head, turning it toward him and feeling his lips at the edge of your cheek as you started to nod, “I’m ready, god I’m ready.”
Steve complied almost immediately, starting to slowly pull out of you, then pushing himself back in, really holding himself back from shoving the rest of himself in because your pussy felt so fucking good around him. You leaned back on him, mouth open as you let out shattered whines along with Steve’s deep groans that were right in your ear.
It was like this for a bit, him slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you until you started to push your hips back for him, wanting him to go faster, but you actually accidentally took more of him. That almost made your scream out had it not been for his hand flying over your mouth.
“Do you wanna wake the little guy up?” Steve said quietly in your ear, voice now a rasp as well. You muttered against his palm an apology, and he shushed you as he started to move his hips at a faster pace for you, keeping his hand over your mouth still.
You tried to contain your moans, you really did, but he was fucking you so well and so deep that you couldn’t help it so thank god for the hand over your mouth as he fucked into you.
He pressed the side of his face into your hair, trying to contain his respective noises too but he sounded so loud in your ear. You grasped the couch tightly, feeling your nails even start to hurt as you felt your orgasm oncoming just from his cock.
Tears brimmed at the edge of your lash line as you moaned Steve’s name out in a muffled and broken voice, but you didn’t need to tell him you were about to come. He could feel your walls clenching down on him tighter, your body growing tense against him with every thrust that went slightly deeper than the one before.
“Go ahead, come all over my cock, baby, that’s it,” he told you breathlessly, “Oh fuck, that’s it- I can feel you.”
You mewled against his hand, feeling your walls start to spasm around him, and the intensity in your stomach twisted and turned as your orgasm built up until it finally snapped and you were cumming on his cock.
Steve had to force his own moan from feeling your walls flutter deliciously around him as you came, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, while still managing to keep himself contained because he might’ve come at the same exact time as you from this feeling.
His hold over your lips grew tighter, but you were still pretty loud as you came, shockwaves rocked through your entire body, so much that you swore you saw stars. Steve was shushing you in your ear at the same time as he slowed down his thrusts, letting you ride through your orgasm and your body still shaking because holy shit he was still fucking you.
Even with your vision blurry, and your body trembling from that mind-blowing orgasm, you could still feel his cock inside of you, thrusting at a lazy pace that made your eyes roll back and soft mewls to escape you parted lips.
It took you a second or two to realize Steve was saying something to you, but he sounded far away for a moment as the bursts of warmth still rocked through you, but you managed to hear him when you muttered something incoherent at him and he chuckled and repeated himself.
“Close your legs,” Steve told you as he slipped out of you and you did as told, thinking you were moving slower than normal when you actually did it quite fast.
Not a second after you felt his cock pressed into between your thighs, and you realized what he was doing. You pressed your thighs tighter around him, rocking back into him as his own moans got louder too. It was so fucking erotic, the feeling of his cock pressed between your closed thighs, feeling him grinding behind you as he desperately chased his own orgasm. He fucked between your thighs a few times, before he cursed loudly and pressed his chest into your back completely. With a moan of your name, he was coming for a second time.
His cum splattered all over your thighs, and unfortunately the couch as well, but mostly your thighs. It was hot against you, and you felt Steve press his face back into your hair and wrap both arms around you tightly as he panted and thrust his hips a few more times between your thighs, his own cum making it easier to slide back and forth.
His deep panting was hitting the back of your neck pleasantly, and you rubbed the back of your head on his with affection as his thrusts finally went still.
It took the both of you a few minutes to come down from your respective highs, your bodies pressed up against each other. When you did, Steve was lazily turning you around so that you could face him. You twisted around for him, your body feeling like there was a whole anvil on your chest or something.
When you managed to turn, you saw a dreamy smile on Steve’s lips and an adoring look in his gaze.
“Feeling better now?” You asked him again, and he was nodding, his messy locks of brown hair falling forward and you reached over to push them out of his face, “I’m glad I could help, honestly.”
You continued to play with his hair, something you’ve always wanted to do, and Steve licked his lips before he asked, “That wasn’t just to help me, was it?”
You met his gaze again, and said, “Well…I just heavily benefited from helping you.”
He scoffed at you before he grinned again and asked you smugly, “How long have you wanted me?” He paused, then added, “Please don’t say it was when I became a dad…”
You rolled your eyes at him as you rested your hand onto his cheek affectionately as you said, “No, it’s been way before that, when I said I wasn’t immune I meant just you.”
Steve was content with that answer, and then he saw something in your eyes before you continued to say, “I do have to admit though that…I’ve never been more attracted to you than I have been these past few months.”
He scoffed at you, but regardless smiled warmly at you. You returned it to him, and his eyes flickered down to your lips and his smile began to fall. You blinked at him, curious as to why he suddenly turned serious, afraid you’d said the wrong thing, until he was leaning in and capturing your lips with his like he wanted the moment you touched him, kissing you the way he had always wanted to.
You returned it, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you soft and tenderly, causing more warmth than heat to erupt in your chest at the feeling of his lips consuming you entirely. His tongue slipped past your lips that parted for him, and you nearly melted on the spot…which was odd considering the events of the past hour or so.
After a good few seconds of your sweet kiss that made your heart flutter, he was leaning away to look at now with a very sleepy expression on his face. It made you smile, and you pecked him on the lips before you pressed your head into his chest and closed your eyes.
Steve wrapped an arm around you, feeling your legs entangling with each other as you both got comfortable on the couch, ready to fall asleep at any moment in this blissful embrace. And honestly, Steve felt thousands times better, and it was all thanks to you…and he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time and rather be the start of something else as his eyes fluttered shut…
Just as Steve closed his eyes, they were opening again. He found that he was alone on the couch. You were gone and there was a blue hue shining through the living room window, the way it always looked when he woke up to feed his son. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, seeing he was in his sweats again and there was also a blanket thrown over him.
He wondered if it was a dream for a moment, but the ache in his body and the post bliss he felt all over him said otherwise. He was going to stand, and go to his son’s room when he saw you sitting on the lazy boy chair, the one that typically was covered with jackets and sometimes your bag, holding his son in your arms and holding a bottle to his mouth.
You were in a different outfit altogether, a pair of your own sweats, and a tank top, and you were looking at his son with such a warm stare that Steve could even see in the barely lit room. Steve smiled at the sight, and he settled back down onto the couch, and said in a sleepy voice, “I think Robin’s solution worked…but I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
You lifted your eyes, taking a moment or two to realize that Steve was talking and what he said. You smirked gently and replied in a teasing voice, “Maybe take me out on a date first, and I’ll think about it.”
He smiled again as his eyes began to close again as he said, “Thursday night, I know a place…”
“It’s a date then, Steve,” you replied quietly, your eyes moving back to the baby in your arms. The last thing Steve saw before getting another hour or 2 of sleep was you smiling sweetly at his son in your arms.
#pls single dad steve has me a whole ass chokehold and i cant helpt but become undone#pls enjoy#i wrote it in what i can only describe as a fever dream#caused by a fair amount of iced coffee#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington smut#steve smut#reader insert#female reader#lys writes saucy things#single dad steve harrington#single daddy steve
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the chokehold that Elvis in this two-toned blue jacket has on me…
( photos taken on July 26, 1975 outside the Memphian )
#when I say I like a beefy man this is what I meannnn#peak big daddy elvis#just imagine wearing the jacket yourself after Elvis had worn it all day and being enveloped by his manly musk#a girl could dream 😩#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis#elvis history#elvis fans#elvis photos#big daddy elvis#70s Elvis#70s
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#timothee chalamet#timothee x oc#timothee smut#timothee x reader#timothee fanfic#timothee chamalet#timothee x y/n#timothee blurb#timothee imagine#timothee icons#timothee aesthetic#timothee photoshoot#timothee x you#boyfriend material#dream guy#hothunks#hot daddy#daddy aesthetic
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ever since i watched the innkeeper for the first time ive been haunted by hornighost bringing up ed killing his dad and ed asking how he knew that and hornigold just looks him up and down and says “grown man covered in tattoos, ey? with daddy issues?”
and aside from everything that exchange could possibly imply about how ed sees himself i keep getting caught on “grown man covered in tattoos” as though well a teenage boy covered in tattoos, that’s perfectly normal, but an adult man, you’d expect him to have ???grown out of the tattoos by now?????
#also and im sure its been said but no show has ever spoiled me like this#‘daddy issues’ being uttered aloud to ed’s face by a figment of his own imagination. not in my wildest dreams not even after s1
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[ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ]
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jaemin, Infidelity, Unprotected Sex, Slight Exhibitionism, Car Sex(ish), Daddy Kink, Orgasm Denial
Who knew you’d be making out in a car today!
“Who knew you’d be making out with your stepfather in a car today while you wait for your mother to send a text saying you could leave because her flight wasn’t delayed!”, sounds more like it--but who would want to announce that to the whole world?
Honestly, this could’ve been much easier if you’d just moved up to the passenger seat, but that doesn’t sound like much fun.
Anyone could’ve tapped on the window and Jaemin would’ve never noticed because his body was turned to you who sat on the edge of the backseat to reach him.
“Dad…D-Daddy,” you whined into the kiss when Mr. Na’s hands held your jaw to deepen the kiss.
He hummed as one of your hands snaked into his hair while the other gently clawed at his back, “That’s right,” he quickly said before you kissed him again. “Fuck--t-that’s my name sweetheart.” he smiled making you pout as you slightly began to crawl to the front seat, your eyes never leaving Mr. Na’s lips though.
A string of saliva connected the two of you before he pulled you back to him. Mr. Na was busy burning your face into his memory until his back harshly hit the steering wheel.
You both jumped at the loud sound and immediately looked out the windshield to find only a random man looking at Mr. Na’s car. You felt a cold sweat at the guy you accidentally made eye contact with, could he see you basically straddling your own stepfather?
“C-Can he see us?” you asked while sliding down into the passenger seat, your pupils dilated by the events that just occurred. Mr. Na hummed, pulling you in closer to him--his lips were right next to your ear.
“No, tinted windows. You scared someone’ll catch you being so needy for your own Daddy?” he asked with a certain condescending tone to his voice before he left a certain red mark on your neck and pulled away; resting back against the seat, stretching.
Well thank god for tinted windows.
Jaemin quickly checked his phone, then his watch. “C’mon, let’s get outta’ here.” he said with the click of his tongue. He turned to you with one of the sweetest smiles on his face, or at least you thought it was a nice smile until he held out his hand. “Give me your panties, baby.”
His smile widened the moment you reached underneath your dress and pulled down your panties.
“White?” he snickered before shoving the fabric into his pocket causing you to only pout.
“Oh, c’mon,” he pouted back, holding your chin in his hand and moving it back and forth a little while he was driving, “Such a pouty little thing.” he chuckled to himself.
Lord have mercy on your soul, this man could easily be the death of you.
He sighed when you reached a red light. Tapping on the steering wheel, he glanced over at you and then your skirt. “You wouldn't mind lifting your cute lil’ skirt for me, would you?”
“Why on Earth would you want me to do that, Mr. Na?” you smiled, giving him side-eye.
He gasped as if he was hurt when the light suddenly turned green. “Ouch—that hurt me so, so much sweetness. I guess I'll just wait another year to get a divorce.”
“You're kidding.”
“Hmm, dunno. Lift your skirt and I'll tell you.”
You gave him a sarcastic look of scrutiny. “Well I dunno, a year isn't that long of a time to wait.”
Mr. Na rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. Last time we were alone I precisely remember you begging me over and over again for me to divorce your mother…and…”
Your face was burning, “And?”
He smiled, “And my fingers were stuffed inside of you at that exact moment.”
You huffed in defeat, lifting your skirt.
“Why thank you, baby.” he winked, momentarily glancing at your embarrassed form. Mr. Na's middle finger rubbed up and down your soppy slit. He hummed then chuckled.
“Were you getting off on being a stubborn brat?” he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh?” he gasped, raising his eyebrows when you didn't respond. “I always thought you were so good for me, y/n, but I guess you've just had a little secret, hm?”
There was a pause in the car as Mr. Na smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He took your silence as a sign he was right.
“You do have a little secret!” he exclaimed.
You were trying your best not to lose your composure.
“Awe, it’s okay to admit it—s’not like you have anything to hide from me, I mean-”
You gasped when his middle finger slid into you.
“I mean—I do that on the regular, you can’t have a thing to worry about.” he continued his previous sentence with a certain edge to his voice.
“U-Uh-huh,” you said a little absentmindedly, gnawing on your lip while your hand made an unsuccessful attempt to hold his wrist when you felt him add a second finger.
Mr. Na took his eyes off the road for one moment. “Oh look at you! Already just a mess for me, aren’t you?” he cooed. “We’ll just have so much fun together at home, won’t we?”
His words sent butterflies straight into your tummy.
It wasn’t long before you felt yourself wanting to cum. Your grip on Mr. Na’s wrist tightened as you could feel your orgasm hit you any second now.
“Daddy~” you whined, your voice shaky and your breath airy. “D-Daddy, m’gonna…m’gonna cum~”
When you panted out those words, he only continued to make “come here” motions with his fingers over and over again.
“Mmm, how about…no.” he grinned, pulling his fingers right out of your soaked hole.
You were speechless to say the least but, you always had more than a few bright ideas in store for your one and only Mr. Na.
Grabbing his wrist off of your thigh, you brought his fingers up to your lips and gave them a long lick before taking the entirety of his digits into your mouth.
He gave you a stern look of disbelief (mostly because the tent in his pants wasn’t going away anytime soon and he secretly thanked everything ever that you’d both be home in a few moments).
“C’mon, sweetness. I kinda need to focus on the road here.” he chuckled, his breath slightly shaky.
He mentally cursed himself (and also thanked himself as you finally pulled up to his driveway) when your tongue swirled around his fingers.
You released his fingers with a “pop” before he got out the car to open your door, holding out his hand for you.
“You’re so damn lucky I treat you like a whole princess while you give me blue balls.” he said under his breath, yet you heard him and grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt.
He was so close to your face that if you weren’t slightly mad at him, you’d be blushing your face off. “You’re the one who didn’t let me cum, mister.” you spat, pulling him even closer to close the gap between both of you.
Mr. Na hummed against the kiss, holding your face in his hands to pull away.
“I’d love to kiss you right now, dear, I really would but the truth is the neighbors could literally look outside and see…us.” he smiled a little sheepishly, stuffing your panties into his pocket extra deep.
You blinked a few times, your entire body burning up. “Right.” you said, dragging out the “I”.
And you truly have never ran somewhere so fast in your entire life.
The instant Mr. Na closed the door behind him, you just about fell to your knees—pleading, begging for him to fuck you. It was a sight that Jaemin would give anything to experience again.
“Don’t you just look so cute,” Mr. Na cooed, caressing your cheek before practically dragging you to his room where he removed every inch of clothing from both of your bodies.
Spreading your legs wide, you looked up at him with such pleading eyes that he couldn’t ever say no to.
Taking his veiny dick in his hands, he dragged the tip up and down your soppy hole.
“Please Daddy,” you whined, though your voice was almost a whisper, “P-Please stop tease…t-teasing.”
There was honestly something about your voice that made Jaemin want to do whatever you wanted, but he only smiled—a very cheeky one in fact.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” he cooed with a condescending tone to his voice while not bothering to even push his cock in slowly—it was fast and quick making you feel full immediately. “Feel free to cry, sweetness~” he groaned while his lips were next to your ear.
A shiver ran up your spine at his words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing you could do (more like wanted to do) to stop him from intertwining his arms with your thighs, pulling you closer to him, letting him hit deeper than he’d ever been.
“Holy fuckin’...fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stammered on with every thrust he gave. Letting go of your thighs, he sternly told you to “Keep em’ wide open, ‘kay?”, before holding your wrists above your head.
Jaemin loved times like this when he had you all alone to himself.
“I fuckin’ love it when you’re like this, sweetie, f-fuck!”
And he really meant every single word of it—yet your mind was barely coherent (and probably letting every intrusive thought win right now).
“Yeah?” you whined in a breathy tone.
“Y-Yeah.” Mr. Na responded, confirming his words.
He continuously slammed his hips, knowingly hitting the exact spot he needed to hit in order to send you right over the edge.
“F-Fuck, m’gonna cum Daddy~” you mewled, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. “M’g-gonna cum~” you repeated, feeling like you had no control over your body.
“Oh yeah?” Jaemin said, shooting you a lazy grin as sweat was forming on his forehead. “Whoever are you gonna cum for, sweetness? C’mon, tell me, now.”
“W-Who am I gonna…g-gonna cum for?” you asked, your breath shaky in an attempt to not moan out.
“Uh-huh--tell me, tell Daddy.”
You really didn’t need to think much—”You!” you nearly screamed, “Y-You Daddy, f-fuck, only…only you~”
He groaned, obviously pleased with your answer, and placed an endearing kiss to your cheek. “Then you can cum whenever you’d like, baby.” he cooed, amused at the way you’re a complete mess underneath him.
With your lip tucked in-between your teeth, your back arched like Mr. Na had never seen before making him cum as well.
Your moans were uncontrollable as your eyes fluttered open to see Mr. Na in all his sweaty, post orgasm glory.
While catching your breath, you wiggled your wrist out of his loosening hold and pulled him closer to you, not even caring about how his cum was oozing out of you and soiling the couch. In a moment of recovering from your incoherency, you may have let an intrusive thought win.
You whined, your voice shaky. “I- I love you.”
And in a moment of recovering from his near incoherency, Mr. Na may have also let an intrusive thought win.
“I love you too. So, so fuckin’ much.” he murmured loud enough for you to hear before planting kisses on every inch of your body he possibly could.
But it was at that moment of realization when Jaemin realized something—he was screwed.
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Why does he look like dominant main lead of some crazy dark romance book
Jeno lee Part of neo Gang. Most dangerous man. Death screams just by his presence alone and Dark Aura which screams power and dominance.
He is there sitting on sofa like king wide spread. One hand held cigar. White shirt half button up which bearly covers his tanned chest. While his vainy hands on displays deliciously Staring soul of you making vulnerable like flower.
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imagine joys dad (whats his name??) and mr sweet having a little group chat like "whats the worst way we can treat our children?? ideas?"
#house of anubis#tbh jeromes dad did try make things better at least#and i guess mr sweet tried but im still mad at him#yk wasnt ambers dad like so disappointed in her whenever she wanted to follow her dream#and mick had some issues with his dad too remembering the whole australia thing#house of anubis should be called house of daddy issues#honourable mentions to victor rodenmaar sr who treated his son awfully his whole life and didn't even apologise directly afterwards#he literally sent nina with his watch like 'tell him im sorry lol'#also rip sarah because her dad was literally frobitcher smythe himself#they all have daddy issues#im cackling imagining joy being like to nina 'u should be glad ur father is dead'#ill stop now#just thoughts
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Sleeping Headcanons - (DDADDS x Reader)
I know this is going to be a lot different than what I usually post, but I've always kinda wanted to do headcanons\imagines, so here you go.
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Pairings: Brian Harding x Reader, Hugo Vega x Reader, Mat Sella x Reader, & Robert Small x Reader.
Brian Harding
has a very easy time getting to bed, though has a harder time getting out of it.
he goes to sleep Early at like 8-9 PM, and wakes up sometime between 6 AM or 7 AM. Usually wakes up at 3-4 AM if he’s fishing in the morning.
he has multiple alarms set, because sometimes they don’t wake him up. hell, sometimes even YOU can’t wake him up. only Daisy knows the secret tip to waking him up on time
please note that the entire time you’re trying to wake him up for work, you are Trapped in his arms and he Will Not let you go until he’s awake.
Brian doesn’t move in his sleep. not an inch. he’s also always going to be the big spoon. you better hope you don’t have to get up for Any reason in the middle of the night, or else you are screwed
he has never had insomnia a day in his life, and he will do everything in his power to try and relieve yours. he will try his best to get any sleeping aids that you are remotely interested in, and will even do some solo research on his own when he has the time
depending on the position, he snores. loudly. enjoy your ear plugs. you will need them.
this man can and will fall asleep to anything and everything. including but not limited to: jackhammers, airplanes, Maxwell’s barking, and the sound of you watching stuff on your phone while he’s asleep
will sleep in any position, he really doesn’t mind as long as he can cuddle you.
beware, you will either need a fan by the bed, or one of those cooling beds, because he is WARM
he usually sleeps in a tank top and boxers, or on especially hot days, just boxers. if it’s cold, then he might put on a t-shirt. please never let him put on a sweater, you will die of heatstroke.
he has a tendency to underestimate how hot he gets with cuddling since he’s used to it at this point, so you’re gonna have to remind him that yes, he is that warm and no, he should NOT wear a sweater to bed even though it’s winter.
Hugo Vega
Hugo fucking LOVES bedtime.
the second his head touches the pillow, he is instantly transported to a realm of bliss. he likes basking in that until his body eventually drifts off to sleep
he has two alarms in the morning — the second one is just in case he doesn’t wake up. he also has a third alarm named Ernest.
Ernest refuses to take the bus and needs Hugo to keep driving him to school. also Ernest usually needs help getting ready because dear god that kid is a disaster sometimes
if you get up before Hugo and help Ernest get ready for school, he’s instantly gonna start thinking of marrying you. mainly because it’s Really hard to get Ernest out of bed, let alone up and ready for school. if you make it easy, then that means Ernest Really likes you
Hugo always reads before bed, and if you’re trying to fall asleep while he reads, he’ll gladly read to you until you fall asleep. it’s kind of second nature to him.
he used to read 2 stories to Ernest every night when Ernest was little, mostly because Ernest has always had some sleeping problems (and still does). obviously Ernest doesn’t let Hugo read to him anymore, but if you let Hugo read to you, then he’ll be really happy about it
Hugo used to do those meditation things before sleep, but mostly because his ex used to do them. if you do them, then he’ll gladly follow along
a relatively warm sleeper, so you will probably need a fan or one of those cooling beds, but he’s nowhere near as warm as Brian is
he’s also pretty quiet in his sleep. also has the tendency to turn and move a little in his sleep, though he remains on his side the whole time because he’s a side sleeper
you know that one video of the boyfriend holding his girlfriend, and the girlfriend holding their (big) dog, all in bed together, where the boyfriend turns over and the girlfriend and dog go with him because he’s still holding onto them? Hugo does that to you (and Duchess Cordelia). every night.
Mat Sella
Mat likes bedtime very much, and he’s usually fully asleep by 10 PM. he gets up bright and early at 7:00 AM, sometimes a little earlier if there’s an event going on at the Coffee Spoon so he has extra time to prepare.
relatively light sleeper, so just hope that you or Carmensita don’t have to get snacks in the middle of the night. because he Will know, and he will probably ask for a few before he tries going back to sleep
he’s also a Very quiet sleeper, and sometimes you’ll probably wonder if he’s actually asleep or not due to how quiet he is
he always has sleep sounds playing when he goes to bed, it lulls him right to sleep. his favorites are rain (but not thunderstorms) and whale noises. sometimes he just plays white noise
sometimes Mat also needs earplugs, but he’s scared of not waking up to his alarm. even though every time he has worn earplugs to bed, he still wakes up to his alarm without issue. His second alarm is named Carmensita
he has a weighted blanket that he’s had for a few years since Rosa passed and he Loves it dearly
he’s a bit cuddly and doesn’t tend to move too much in his sleep, so once you pick out a cuddling position to sleep in, he’s staying put until he wakes up. he usually sleeps on his side or his back
if you and him end up getting a cat, then prepare to have some attention stolen from you, because he IS cuddling with that cat. the only thing you can hope for is if the cat decides to cuddle you instead of him, or if the cat prefers sleeping at the foot of your bed
a surprisingly cool sleeper, so no worry of overheating (unless you are a very warm sleeper, in which he will probably call you his oven)
if you sleep in one of his shirts, he will Swoon. if you’re his size or bigger, chances are that he’ll ask nicely to wear one of your shirts to sleep so you can basically trade clothes
Robert Small
we all know this man has got some insomnia going on
it doesn’t help that he’s (kind of) a light sleeper, and has the tendency to wake up in the middle of the night.
he tends to snore, but not as much as you’d think.
in short, Robert doesn’t really like going to sleep. but he starts to like it once he knows that he can cuddle you.
like Brian, Robert WILL trap you in cuddles the second you get into bed. you cannot escape now. if anything, take it as a blessing because if you have to sleep anytime before 12 AM, Robert is in bed with you, and you will be the Only reason that he is in that bed.
instead of being in a cold, lonely bed with his thoughts and vices, Robert will have you in his arms. if he can’t fall asleep, then he’s just going to enjoy watching you sleep. and he enjoys it a lot.
speaking of cuddles, Robert is going to be the big spoon 90% of the time. that, or he’s going to pick a position where he can watch your face as you sleep.
also, Robert does the same thing that Hugo does, where if he turns in his sleep, you’re coming with him. he refuses to let go of you.
if you leave bed for 10 seconds, he’s awake. you try swapping yourself out with Betsy one time to not trigger him to wake up, but it doesn’t work.
sometimes he ends up waiting for you outside the bathroom like a bored dog. that or he follows you to the kitchen and bothers you until you come back to bed. he will not hesitate to pick you up and STEAL you
if You also have any amount of insomnia or just like to stay up late, you’ll be giving Robert plenty of company. you’re either going to the bar or you’re going cryptid hunting.
on the nights where you and him are out, he’s usually so tired by the end of them that he doesn’t even shower before bed. he just collapses into bed, usually with his jacket still on, and falls right to sleep
he’s a surprisingly cool sleeper. cool enough to where you might actually need a heater to deal with it
he’s a bit opposed to using sleeping aids even though he knows he should use them — but if you use them, chances are he might try them. unless it’s guided meditation.
he secretly really enjoys falling asleep to asmr and thunderstorms
one day you get him a weighted blanket and his sleep starts to improve. he enjoys the deep pressure and the comfort it provides, but he still always wants to cuddle
#ddadds#dream daddy a dad dating simulator#dream daddy#brian harding#hugo vega#mat sella#robert small#headcanons#x reader#ddadds imagines#ddadds headcanons#brian harding x reader#hugo vega x reader#mat sella x reader#robert small x reader#dream daddy imagines#dream daddy headcanons
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Senses of My Love
I crave the touch of the man I love. Fogging up the car windows in the winter. I reach up and draw a heart, feeling my fingers drag against the ice cold glass. Shocking me from my warmth.
I crave the sound of the man I love. Opening up my music box, the one I have had since I was 6. Hearing the melody of love, a melody I wished to feel every day as I grew up. Music flowing through my ears, a symphony of the heart.
I crave the sight of the man I love. My toes twirling in the sand at the beach as my popsicle melts. Looking next to me and seeing his backpack touch my toes, it feels rough. I wait to see him jump out of the water and return to his love.
I crave the taste of the man I love. The excitement of my Shirley Temple reaching the table. Splashing my straw in, setting the cherry to the side and sucking it down. Hearing the ice cubes rattle. Then it’s time for my favorite part. Feeling the cherry stem tie my tongue.
I crave the scent of the man I love. Coming out of the forest on a day where the fog sits on the ground. Rolling in the mud and getting lost. The sun setting becoming strawberry blonde. The delicious smell of love.
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